From the album I Didn't Want to Break It

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Music, lyrics and poem by Anne Janelle
Produced by James Hill

Lyrics

Keeper of My Garden

You are the keeper of my garden
You are the keeper, only you
You are the keeper of my garden
Everything’s in bloom

Daffodils
in the night
Turning silver in the moonlight
They are whispering

I wear blue
In the full moon
The little things that I could do
When you are watching

We have already walked the crooked path west
Followed the golden light, step by step
Whispered thanks and bowed to the beauty of day
Which, somehow, always makes its getaway
A runaway bride or the scent of apple pie
A slippery fish, an honest goodbye

The west has fought and won again
The day, no matter how radiant, is overtaken
The dark is a hungry thing
When the soldier sleeps, mice dance in
We succumb to the cloak of indigo
Where many have gone and many more will go
Weakness trumps immaculate plans
And wandering eyes meet invisible hands

Is it foolish hope or the vengeance of a martyr
That keeps the stalk rising from earth’s horizon?
It takes gentle hands to care for pedals
Softer than the wind or weather
Forget about fingerprints or withering skin
It’s the magic of darkness we are in

You are the keeper of my garden
You are the keeper, only you
You are the keeper of my garden, my garden, my garden